Full Name: Willow Rayne Wumbo From (Hometown): Somewhere in Maine. She doesn't have much of a hometown since her parents were constantly getting back together and splitting up and moving and sh*t. Gender: Girl? Ethnicity: Doesn't matter. She is who she is. Traits (Appearance): Big red curly hair. She's about six years old, but she has never gone to school, had friends, or celebrated a birthday, so it's all a bit sketchy. Reason for Being on Plane: Mother was taking her to escape an abusive father. Mother feared for her unborn babies life and finally decided to leave. Mother dies when plane crashes. Is the baby rescued? Cut out of the mother before the fetus can die? Who knows. Brief History (Criminal record, past): She doesn't have a criminal record but her father does - for domestic abuse and all that. Anything else: Pronounces R's as W's due to a lisp. So she pronounces her middle name as Wayne instead of Rayne.
DAYONE
Everything hurt. Her head, her feet and her heart. Since waking up an hour before, Willow had tried searching for her mother, continuously moving in circles without realizing, slowing making her way farther into the jungle. Her dress was stained with blood, her sobs had finally turned into simple sniffles and she just wanted to be in her mother's arms again.
Exhausted, she stops her stumbling steps and staggers to a sitting pose, her butt squishing into the damp ground, the cold seeping into her bones. Her cries began to slowly escalate in volume, as her hope diminished.
A crunch sounded to her right, then her left. "Mommy!" She screams into the wild, her curls flying as she turns her to and fro, looking in vain for her mother. Her answer is only silence. "Mom. . ." *sniffle* "Mommy. . ." her voice trails off, as she realizes that a more sinister being could be out there.
A shadow began to move towards her, the vague outline slowly becoming more clear. The figure seemed to glide forward, eerily. Frightened, Willow covered her eyes and lowered her face.
And then the figure's presence can be felt, as if it's right in front of Willow. The being begins to speak. . .
to be continued. . .
Day Two
The figure was mumbling, it's voice low and harsh, the words foreign to her ears. Willow squeezed her eyes shut all the tighter as a sharp object scraped against her. Her whole body was shaking, the trembles pushing her bootay against a cold sharp object. Blood beaded, before allowing gravity to draw it towards the already bloody dress, that hung from her frail shoulder.
Screams sounded through the air, startling Willow into a run. She whirled around and moved towards the screams, the knife cutting her in the process. The odd fellow began to follow behind her.
Runrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrun over and over again she said to herself, looking back occasionally at her pursuer. He was short and squat, with a protruding stomach that was easily seen due to his being completely naked. Well almost completely. He had a necklace of fingers surrounding his fat neck.
Willow avoided looking at his weird floppy thing.
Not knowing what else to do, she just ran and ran, big fat tears begining to form. She breathed out, "Please save me Mommy."
Day Three
After running for quite some time, Willow finally escaped the bad scary man. The woods were thinning, the trees becoming more sparse, the sand becoming more abundant. Then she heard it. A deep man's voice, booming from someplace close by.
The voice talked of safety and surviving. Maybe he can help me find my Mommy, Willow thought. She hurriedly moved her short legs, struggling to reach the voice. Soon she entered onto a beach. There were a lot of people everywhere, all of whom had seen better days.
Not seeing her mother, she ran up to a strong looking man with a megaphone in hand. When she reached him, she found herself eye level with his knees. She craned her head back, back, back until she could finally see his face.
She reached out a hand, tugging at his pants a bit, while saying, "Excuse me, sir."
The man looked down at her and demanded, "Where is your mother?"
"I don't know," she squeaked, "but I am Willow Wayne Wumbo."
He gave her an odd look, "Your bag says Willow Rayne Wumbo, not Wayne."
She gave a frustrated little sigh. "That's what I said! Wayne!"
"You are clearly saying Wayne. But anyway. I am Lt. Gen. Ryan Hounsome. Call me Lt. Gen Hounsome."
"That's too long. I'll call you Wyan."
"It's Ryan."
"Wyan."
"Ryan. Oh I give up. Anyways, I'll help you. I will use my megaphone and call your mom. She'll probably hear us and will come find you."
To be continued. . .
Day Four
Willow sat, waiting impatiently for her mother. She waited and waited but her mother didn't come around. She began to get angry.
Stupid island. Stupid mom. Everything here is stupid, She grumbled internally.
Willow saw that her suitcase had moved out of the plane, and sat a few yards from herself. She decided to see if her teddy bear, Dr. McStuffins was in there. She rummaged around but couldn't find it. Figuring it had been left with her daddy, she set out to make a new Dr. McStuffins out of stuff on the beach.
She wandered away from everyone, yet always stayed in sight, searching for shells on the beach.
Suddenly, the ground gave out below her, and she found herself falling, falling, until finally hitting a pile of sand with an umpf. She found herself inside a little cave. Looking up she could see the sky through a small hole, sand fell down slowly, gracefully gliding on the air, before all stilled. Looking around, she spotted something in the corner.
"Help!" She screamed as she spied a skeleton in the corner.
But she stopped herself after the first yell. I'm not going to be a baby anymore she thought to herself.
She clenched her fists and set about trying to find a way out. She was determined to become a more independent person, since her mom was no where to be found. She tried not to think too much on the possibility of her mother being. . .being. . . dead.
Willow moved towards the skeleton slowly, as if the bones might suddenly jump up at her. The bones had icky stringy stuff coming off of them, and the whole cave smelled dank. The skeleton, upon closer inspection, seemed to have straps of faded black cloth tattered about it. By it's side was a pirate hat and a sheathed sword. The skeletons head was tilted awkwardly, the eyes seeming to follow Willows every move.
She moved even closer, putting her face right up to the skeletons, looking into it's eyes. And that's when she saw it! Something was inside the pirate skeleton's skull!
Day Five
As Willow tried to see the object trapped in the skeletons skull more clearly, she heard a sound far behind her. It sounded like someone calling out. Listening more closely she could make it out.
"Hello?" it called, "Hello? Can you hear me?"
A little fearful she called back a tentative,"Who awe you?"
"My name's Brooklyn," a woman stepped out of a tunnel passage previously hidden in darkness.
"That's a pwetty name. I'm Willow," I allowed her to come closer to me.
"Well Willow, let's find a way out of here."
Willow found herself shaking her head before she even remembered the jewel. "umm. . . can you help me with something first?"
She looked, at first, quizzical, but that was quickly replaced with curiosity. "Sure. I'll at least try."
"Well, you see," Willow began, never quite meeting Brook's eyes, "There's this thing in the skeleton over here, and I really want to have it. It's pwetty, kind of like your name."
Brook, having noticed the skeleton for the first time, let out a little squeak. Composing herself, "Well, I'll see what I can do for you."
Brooke approached the skeleton, and picked up a couple of rags from the floor. With one in each hand, she gripped the mandable and the main part of the skull, slowly trying to pry it open. After years of being in the dank cave, the skull was very much set in place and didn't want to move.
Finally, after a bit of sweat flowed, the mandable popped off and the foreign object inside soared throught the air, landing on the sandy cave floor.
The girls got closer, staring down at the . . .
Day Six
Willow bent down and grabbed an object that fell out alongside a paper.
"Oooh it's so pwetty!" she exclaimed showing me the shiny jewel.
"You should keep it since you've earned it. It can be your souvenir," Brook said with an odd smile.
Brook was all excited about the paper. Willow wondered if she was okay - in Willow's mind, jewels were always more important than stupid paper.
"C'mon Willow, let's get out of this place. Where were you before you fell in here?"
"I was with this guy named Wyan. He seemed nice. He was gonna help me find my mom," Willow got really sad as she thought about how she didn't even know if her mom was alive.
Brooklyn looked thoughtful before saying, "I'll make sure we get to Ryan, don't worry,"
"I think he would like you. You're nice and helpful," She said after we were close to the exit.
Willow was just happy she had a new friend. And she was pretty too! Willow figured, with their looks combined, they had to be the prettiest princesses of the island.
Thinking of princesses, Willow realized she hadn't played pretend in a long time. Her mom usually played with her . . .
Looking up to Brooklyn, "Bwooklyn, can we play pretend?"
Brooklyn was startled out of her thoughts, but smiled, "Sure, we can play house, and I can be the mommy, and maybe Ryan can be the daddy,"
Willow shook her head furiously, her curls swirling about,"No no no no no! We can't have a daddy in the game.
Quizzically Brook asked "Why not? Lot's of people have daddies,"
Willow looked scared as she whispered,"But daddies always hit mommies,"
"Oh Willow dear," Brook gave Willow a hug, "If your daddy hits your mommy then he just isn't a good daddy. He's a bad man who should be in jail."
Willow considered what she said and wasn't sure that she could believe Brooklyn until she saw a good daddy.
DAY 7 "Hey Willow, how would you like a piggyback ride?"
She quickly scurried onto the woman's back, hoping to Brooklyn wouldn't change her mind.
"Now you can be the tallest princess on the island," Brooklyn informed Willow. Willow was smiling from ear to ear, enjoying the best time of her stay on the island.
"And what's a princess without a crown?"
"The flowers are pretty and they smell good."
Soon the plane was in sight, along with a large man, "Look! There's Wyan! See? Over there!"
Ryan spoke to another person next to him before approaching us, "Willow where were you?"
"I fell down into a cave, but it's okay. Bwooklyn helped me get out, and she gave me this cwown!" Willow told him, enthusiastically, ever eager for attention to feed her starved emotions.
"I'm glad you're okay. Please don't go off like that anymore," he turned to speak to Brooklyn, while Willow climbed down and off of her back. Willow ran around in the sand, enjoying being outside the cave, and feeling the sand between her toes again.
She stopped and gave the conversing Ryan and Brooklyn a hard look. They looked like a couple. Maybe, if Ryan was a good daddy, he could be Willow's daddy.
Stupid, Willow thought, Who would want you for a daughter. You can't even help your real mommy.
She pushed away images of screaming parents, clenched fists, and pain. It was better for everyone that she didn't think about the abuse too much.
Willow sat off to the side while Ryan directed people to work. Brooklyn looked at him like mommies should look at daddies.
To pass the time, Willow made flower crowns. She decided to give everyone a flower crown. Even the boys. Everyone deserves to be a princess.
Day 8
Willow spent quite a bit of time making her flower crowns. She made enough for everyone around her. She was much too shy to just hand over the flower crowns (what if they told her she had cooties!?) so she instead put them in all the suitcases she could find. Now she did give Brooklyn's her's in person.
Brooklyn was still wearing the precious flower crown when Willow found her concentrating on the paper from the skeleton.
"What are you looking at?" Willow tried to get a peak at the paper, but Brooklyn quickly put it away.
"It's just something from the cave,"
"Oh, okay! Can we go play together?" Paper smaper. The reality of life didn't affect Willow as long as she could still pretend.
After Willow had fully exhausted Brooklyn, the little girl began to wonder off.
Willow still had a bunch of flower crowns, which she insisted on always carrying with her since she never knew when she would meet someone in need of being crowned a princess.
She came across a young man sleeping in the sand. He looked a little worried even in his sleep. Willow snuck closer, doing her best to stay quiet, quite a struggle for an anxious six year old. She very gently placed a flower crown made of purple and red flowers on his chest. As she began to sneek backwards, the young man began to wake up. Willow quickly turned and ran, but soon she was grabbed up by the back of her dress.
Willow let out a little squeak and covered her eyes.
The voice she heard wasn't angry at all as he asked, "Are you okay?"
Opening her eyes, she spoke in a rush "Well I'm a pwincess and you should be a pwincess too, so I wanted to help you become one but you see I can't talk so well cause some of my letters sound like w's and so I didnt' want to talk to you but my problems shouldn't keep you fwom being a pwincess cause my mommy always said to _"
"Wo, Wo, Wo, I get it. Thank you but I'm not a princess. I can't even be a proper prince to Jackie," The young man said.
Willow, quizzically, asked "Who's Jackie? Is she your girlfriend?"
He blushed and got nervous, facing down this blunt six year. "Well I want .. . but . . . I don't think,"
Willow got excited "Let's go talk to Bwooklyn! She's awesome with advice! She helped me when I wasn't too sure if daddies could be good or if they were all bad,"
He looked very reluctant, "Uh. . . I don't think so. Look -"
"What's your name?"
The jump in conversation confused him as he barely got out, "Grant."
"Well Gwant I'll go ask Brooklyn since you also awe shy. Then the next time I see you I can tell what she said." Willow began running down the beach towards Brooklyn.
Grant yelled out "You really shouldn't," before tossing the flower crown aside and relaxing into the sand again to continue where he left off in his sleep cycle.
DIED DAY NINE - DIDN'T WRITE
Full Name: Willow Rayne Wumbo
From (Hometown): Somewhere in Maine. She doesn't have much of a hometown since her parents were constantly getting back together and splitting up and moving and sh*t.
Gender: Girl?
Ethnicity: Doesn't matter. She is who she is.
Traits (Appearance): Big red curly hair. She's about six years old, but she has never gone to school, had friends, or celebrated a birthday, so it's all a bit sketchy.
Reason for Being on Plane: Mother was taking her to escape an abusive father. Mother feared for her unborn babies life and finally decided to leave. Mother dies when plane crashes. Is the baby rescued? Cut out of the mother before the fetus can die? Who knows.
Brief History (Criminal record, past): She doesn't have a criminal record but her father does - for domestic abuse and all that.
Anything else: Pronounces R's as W's due to a lisp. So she pronounces her middle name as Wayne instead of Rayne.
DAYONE
Everything hurt. Her head, her feet and her heart. Since waking up an hour before, Willow had tried searching for her mother, continuously moving in circles without realizing, slowing making her way farther into the jungle. Her dress was stained with blood, her sobs had finally turned into simple sniffles and she just wanted to be in her mother's arms again.Exhausted, she stops her stumbling steps and staggers to a sitting pose, her butt squishing into the damp ground, the cold seeping into her bones. Her cries began to slowly escalate in volume, as her hope diminished.
A crunch sounded to her right, then her left. "Mommy!" She screams into the wild, her curls flying as she turns her to and fro, looking in vain for her mother. Her answer is only silence. "Mom. . ." *sniffle* "Mommy. . ." her voice trails off, as she realizes that a more sinister being could be out there.
A shadow began to move towards her, the vague outline slowly becoming more clear. The figure seemed to glide forward, eerily. Frightened, Willow covered her eyes and lowered her face.
And then the figure's presence can be felt, as if it's right in front of Willow. The being begins to speak. . .
to be continued. . .
Day Two
The figure was mumbling, it's voice low and harsh, the words foreign to her ears. Willow squeezed her eyes shut all the tighter as a sharp object scraped against her. Her whole body was shaking, the trembles pushing her bootay against a cold sharp object. Blood beaded, before allowing gravity to draw it towards the already bloody dress, that hung from her frail shoulder.
Screams sounded through the air, startling Willow into a run. She whirled around and moved towards the screams, the knife cutting her in the process. The odd fellow began to follow behind her.
Runrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrun over and over again she said to herself, looking back occasionally at her pursuer. He was short and squat, with a protruding stomach that was easily seen due to his being completely naked. Well almost completely. He had a necklace of fingers surrounding his fat neck.
Willow avoided looking at his weird floppy thing.
Not knowing what else to do, she just ran and ran, big fat tears begining to form. She breathed out, "Please save me Mommy."
Day Three
After running for quite some time, Willow finally escaped the bad scary man. The woods were thinning, the trees becoming more sparse, the sand becoming more abundant. Then she heard it. A deep man's voice, booming from someplace close by.
The voice talked of safety and surviving. Maybe he can help me find my Mommy, Willow thought. She hurriedly moved her short legs, struggling to reach the voice. Soon she entered onto a beach. There were a lot of people everywhere, all of whom had seen better days.
Not seeing her mother, she ran up to a strong looking man with a megaphone in hand. When she reached him, she found herself eye level with his knees. She craned her head back, back, back until she could finally see his face.
She reached out a hand, tugging at his pants a bit, while saying, "Excuse me, sir."
The man looked down at her and demanded, "Where is your mother?"
"I don't know," she squeaked, "but I am Willow Wayne Wumbo."
He gave her an odd look, "Your bag says Willow Rayne Wumbo, not Wayne."
She gave a frustrated little sigh. "That's what I said! Wayne!"
"You are clearly saying Wayne. But anyway. I am Lt. Gen. Ryan Hounsome. Call me Lt. Gen Hounsome."
"That's too long. I'll call you Wyan."
"It's Ryan."
"Wyan."
"Ryan. Oh I give up. Anyways, I'll help you. I will use my megaphone and call your mom. She'll probably hear us and will come find you."
To be continued. . .
Day Four
Willow sat, waiting impatiently for her mother. She waited and waited but her mother didn't come around. She began to get angry.
Stupid island. Stupid mom. Everything here is stupid, She grumbled internally.
Willow saw that her suitcase had moved out of the plane, and sat a few yards from herself. She decided to see if her teddy bear, Dr. McStuffins was in there. She rummaged around but couldn't find it. Figuring it had been left with her daddy, she set out to make a new Dr. McStuffins out of stuff on the beach.
She wandered away from everyone, yet always stayed in sight, searching for shells on the beach.
Suddenly, the ground gave out below her, and she found herself falling, falling, until finally hitting a pile of sand with an umpf. She found herself inside a little cave. Looking up she could see the sky through a small hole, sand fell down slowly, gracefully gliding on the air, before all stilled. Looking around, she spotted something in the corner.
"Help!" She screamed as she spied a skeleton in the corner.
But she stopped herself after the first yell. I'm not going to be a baby anymore she thought to herself.
She clenched her fists and set about trying to find a way out. She was determined to become a more independent person, since her mom was no where to be found. She tried not to think too much on the possibility of her mother being. . .being. . . dead.
Willow moved towards the skeleton slowly, as if the bones might suddenly jump up at her. The bones had icky stringy stuff coming off of them, and the whole cave smelled dank. The skeleton, upon closer inspection, seemed to have straps of faded black cloth tattered about it. By it's side was a pirate hat and a sheathed sword. The skeletons head was tilted awkwardly, the eyes seeming to follow Willows every move.
She moved even closer, putting her face right up to the skeletons, looking into it's eyes. And that's when she saw it! Something was inside the pirate skeleton's skull!
Day Five
As Willow tried to see the object trapped in the skeletons skull more clearly, she heard a sound far behind her. It sounded like someone calling out. Listening more closely she could make it out.
"Hello?" it called, "Hello? Can you hear me?"
A little fearful she called back a tentative,"Who awe you?"
"My name's Brooklyn," a woman stepped out of a tunnel passage previously hidden in darkness.
"That's a pwetty name. I'm Willow," I allowed her to come closer to me.
"Well Willow, let's find a way out of here."
Willow found herself shaking her head before she even remembered the jewel. "umm. . . can you help me with something first?"
She looked, at first, quizzical, but that was quickly replaced with curiosity. "Sure. I'll at least try."
"Well, you see," Willow began, never quite meeting Brook's eyes, "There's this thing in the skeleton over here, and I really want to have it. It's pwetty, kind of like your name."
Brook, having noticed the skeleton for the first time, let out a little squeak. Composing herself, "Well, I'll see what I can do for you."
Brooke approached the skeleton, and picked up a couple of rags from the floor. With one in each hand, she gripped the mandable and the main part of the skull, slowly trying to pry it open. After years of being in the dank cave, the skull was very much set in place and didn't want to move.
Finally, after a bit of sweat flowed, the mandable popped off and the foreign object inside soared throught the air, landing on the sandy cave floor.
The girls got closer, staring down at the . . .
Day Six
Willow bent down and grabbed an object that fell out alongside a paper.
"Oooh it's so pwetty!" she exclaimed showing me the shiny jewel.
"You should keep it since you've earned it. It can be your souvenir," Brook said with an odd smile.
Brook was all excited about the paper. Willow wondered if she was okay - in Willow's mind, jewels were always more important than stupid paper.
"C'mon Willow, let's get out of this place. Where were you before you fell in here?"
"I was with this guy named Wyan. He seemed nice. He was gonna help me find my mom," Willow got really sad as she thought about how she didn't even know if her mom was alive.
Brooklyn looked thoughtful before saying, "I'll make sure we get to Ryan, don't worry,"
"I think he would like you. You're nice and helpful," She said after we were close to the exit.
Willow was just happy she had a new friend. And she was pretty too! Willow figured, with their looks combined, they had to be the prettiest princesses of the island.
Thinking of princesses, Willow realized she hadn't played pretend in a long time. Her mom usually played with her . . .
Looking up to Brooklyn, "Bwooklyn, can we play pretend?"
Brooklyn was startled out of her thoughts, but smiled, "Sure, we can play house, and I can be the mommy, and maybe Ryan can be the daddy,"
Willow shook her head furiously, her curls swirling about,"No no no no no! We can't have a daddy in the game.
Quizzically Brook asked "Why not? Lot's of people have daddies,"
Willow looked scared as she whispered,"But daddies always hit mommies,"
"Oh Willow dear," Brook gave Willow a hug, "If your daddy hits your mommy then he just isn't a good daddy. He's a bad man who should be in jail."
Willow considered what she said and wasn't sure that she could believe Brooklyn until she saw a good daddy.
DAY 7
"Hey Willow, how would you like a piggyback ride?"
She quickly scurried onto the woman's back, hoping to Brooklyn wouldn't change her mind.
"Now you can be the tallest princess on the island," Brooklyn informed Willow. Willow was smiling from ear to ear, enjoying the best time of her stay on the island.
"And what's a princess without a crown?"
"The flowers are pretty and they smell good."
Soon the plane was in sight, along with a large man, "Look! There's Wyan! See? Over there!"
Ryan spoke to another person next to him before approaching us, "Willow where were you?"
"I fell down into a cave, but it's okay. Bwooklyn helped me get out, and she gave me this cwown!" Willow told him, enthusiastically, ever eager for attention to feed her starved emotions.
"I'm glad you're okay. Please don't go off like that anymore," he turned to speak to Brooklyn, while Willow climbed down and off of her back. Willow ran around in the sand, enjoying being outside the cave, and feeling the sand between her toes again.
She stopped and gave the conversing Ryan and Brooklyn a hard look. They looked like a couple. Maybe, if Ryan was a good daddy, he could be Willow's daddy.
Stupid, Willow thought, Who would want you for a daughter. You can't even help your real mommy.
She pushed away images of screaming parents, clenched fists, and pain. It was better for everyone that she didn't think about the abuse too much.
Willow sat off to the side while Ryan directed people to work. Brooklyn looked at him like mommies should look at daddies.
To pass the time, Willow made flower crowns. She decided to give everyone a flower crown. Even the boys. Everyone deserves to be a princess.
Day 8
Willow spent quite a bit of time making her flower crowns. She made enough for everyone around her. She was much too shy to just hand over the flower crowns (what if they told her she had cooties!?) so she instead put them in all the suitcases she could find. Now she did give Brooklyn's her's in person.
Brooklyn was still wearing the precious flower crown when Willow found her concentrating on the paper from the skeleton.
"What are you looking at?" Willow tried to get a peak at the paper, but Brooklyn quickly put it away.
"It's just something from the cave,"
"Oh, okay! Can we go play together?" Paper smaper. The reality of life didn't affect Willow as long as she could still pretend.
After Willow had fully exhausted Brooklyn, the little girl began to wonder off.
Willow still had a bunch of flower crowns, which she insisted on always carrying with her since she never knew when she would meet someone in need of being crowned a princess.
She came across a young man sleeping in the sand. He looked a little worried even in his sleep. Willow snuck closer, doing her best to stay quiet, quite a struggle for an anxious six year old. She very gently placed a flower crown made of purple and red flowers on his chest. As she began to sneek backwards, the young man began to wake up. Willow quickly turned and ran, but soon she was grabbed up by the back of her dress.
Willow let out a little squeak and covered her eyes.
The voice she heard wasn't angry at all as he asked, "Are you okay?"
Opening her eyes, she spoke in a rush "Well I'm a pwincess and you should be a pwincess too, so I wanted to help you become one but you see I can't talk so well cause some of my letters sound like w's and so I didnt' want to talk to you but my problems shouldn't keep you fwom being a pwincess cause my mommy always said to _"
"Wo, Wo, Wo, I get it. Thank you but I'm not a princess. I can't even be a proper prince to Jackie," The young man said.
Willow, quizzically, asked "Who's Jackie? Is she your girlfriend?"
He blushed and got nervous, facing down this blunt six year. "Well I want .. . but . . . I don't think,"
Willow got excited "Let's go talk to Bwooklyn! She's awesome with advice! She helped me when I wasn't too sure if daddies could be good or if they were all bad,"
He looked very reluctant, "Uh. . . I don't think so. Look -"
"What's your name?"
The jump in conversation confused him as he barely got out, "Grant."
"Well Gwant I'll go ask Brooklyn since you also awe shy. Then the next time I see you I can tell what she said." Willow began running down the beach towards Brooklyn.
Grant yelled out "You really shouldn't," before tossing the flower crown aside and relaxing into the sand again to continue where he left off in his sleep cycle.
Added your day 8 into my day 9 - Grant